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Tropical Iceage

I look for you in a crowd of lips

they all taste the same, really

yours would have, too

I bend over your flame

you twist me into something new

I am your friend- – –

I am your friend.

a thousand, thousand houses all lined up

and I sleep in the cold

it’s easy to melt and sear

metal cutthroat for a- – –

but it hurts to write softly

I am ice cold

you are a ghost of a volcano

rupture, burn, break, crack

why are you so quiet, mountain?

I look for you in a crowd of lips

they all taste the same, really

yours would have, too

yours might have, too

Written By: June Rossaert

About The Author
June Rossaert June Rossaert is a Vanier alumnus who studied as a Communications student at Vanier, with a background in Visual Arts and Cinema from the Saint-Hyacinthe Cegep. She is an aspiring novelist, poet and screenwriter hoping to obtain a degree in creative writing and literature. Her parents, one might be surprised to hear, are rather supportive of her chosen field, perhaps because they have yet to lose hope that she will eventually earn enough money to survive on her own, and her friends are simply blind optimists. June Rossaert is, essentially, a hopeless nerd with a passion for the written word which she desperately hopes to transfer through her works.

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